On Little Mountain, near Bredwardine

By Rhiannonw

Sat, 11 Mar 2017
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Little Mountain where once we got lost*
(wrong path curves far, as we found to our cost)
amongst dead bracken with a blue dome sky
glimpsing far down the meandering Wye
patches of squelch, but mainly quite dry,
west-side gorse flowerless, but gold in the east
far views and peaceful, from pressures released.

*https://www.abctales.com/story/rhiannonw/lost-poetry-monthly

 

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

I read this piece and also the other poem you wrote. I myself have been lost in the wilds of who knows where and it's extremely scary. I think the hardest part is loosing track of time and hoping you can find your way back before nightfall.

Even the dead bracken is somehow beautiful in this poem, giving a sense of calm and peace.

Thank you for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. Yes, the brown of the bracken and the quiet was very peaceful.

Mobiles aren't always useful when out in the wild, as there isn't always a signal. Even 'gps' systems can run out of battery, and maps need careful 'reading'!

Our main problem that day was the realisation that my mother-in-law's 'sitters' were due to 'clock off' at a set time, though I think they would have stayed, but obviously we didn't want them to have to do that, and were very thankful to get back home in time. Rhiannon